Pissing Contest
From previous 'Fuzzy Childhood Memories' posts, you'll recall how I spent a lot of time at my grandparents' house along with my brother and two cousins. I just now remember having actual pissing contests along the banks of the creek that ran through the backyard. We would always see who could pee, not the farthest, but the highest. My cousin could pee probably over 6 or 7 feet high, nobody that I knew could top that. Maybe it was the huge wart on his penis, I don't know. So, I guess it really wasn't a contest, but just something to do for amusement...Amusement that is until the accident. I don't know how it happened, I just remember the trauma that ensued. The details are sketchy at best, I just remember walking around the corner of my grandpa's shed when all of the sudden I was drilled in the face with my cousin's urine stream...It was horrible. My favorite baseball cap was ruined and I proceeded to run to the house and immediately wash my face off with as much soap as possible. I was actually washing my own mouth out with soap, oh the irony. My mom didn't believe that my cousin could have possibly urinated in my face, despite my proclamations. She was finally convinced when I showed her my yellow baseball cap with a vivid pee stain across the bill. She was obviously stunned, but her laughter didn't help the way I was feeling, I was extremely 'pissed' off, or on, whichever way you want to look at it, I was not happy. So, I guess that's where the story ends, no more pissing contests for me. I would advise against them if at all possible.
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